Look at me

Now look at you

Look at me

Now look back at you…

I’m not you!

It funny how you can point out the obvious

Question mark, she asked where’s the soul

It’s where the body is


Now look at her

Exclamation, yelling at top of your lungs

The body is weak, but the mind is strong


Little boy punches mom

But not understanding right from wrong

A factor that hasn’t been set until daddy comes home


Full of pain and regret

Missing all of previous ambitions

But this is just a homeless man’s vision

Wondering from street to street

A meal some coin, but mostly a second chance

If it were to happen he would prance, dance, move, groove, laugh, chuckle

Just do what normal people do

Question mark, Is that too hard to ask from you


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